Woman of God

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YOU HAVE A ROOMMATE, the matron of the dorm announced, unnecessarily authoritative, I thought, through her thick grandma eyeglasses delicately perched on her dark and flat Ilocano nose. I didn’t like the tone of her voice, much less the content of what she said, as I had applied for a single room. But her announcement had a ring of irreversibility about it, as though no explanation needed to be asked, and should it be asked, her answer was to prevail.